I haven’t posted anything recently because I wrote a book. I excited and nervous about it.
Haiku- shielded against darkness
keep the wolves at bay
darkness fears the white hot torch
my peace is my shield
you are the lantern
through brambles of fear
radiant love guides me home
you are the lantern
Protected: Our Author Brand—The Choice Between Meaningful and Empty, Sad Imitation
More great advice!
When I saw this meme on Facebook, I though my husband was going to have to scrape me off the floor I was laughing so hard. And, like most things in life, if I’m left long enough to marinate on something, I frequently discover a hidden truth or a lesson we can all apply to life, our work and our art.
There are a lot of lessons out there about author branding (I’m right, though :D). There are those who hail the genius of automation, or claim we should be outrageous, shocking, and rattle The Establishment (whatever that is). I suppose all paths are viable, though all will yield different results.
The Automated Path
There are marketing technophiles who will gladly (and often for a fee) set up our social media to act on its own. We spend an hour writing clever snippets, plug them in and POOF! A machine…
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inside the maddening darkness
stress has my brain on lockdown
shutdown sequence commencing
fencing ideas like sheep
deep inside the maddening darkness
stress has my brain on lockdown
shut down
commencing
love is not made to order
we started
with action
deception
and pyrotechnics
you said
I have enough friends
it wasn’t the end
I tried to push you away
but you were determined to stay
until this day
you are the reason why
I get this panicked feeling
when I see a police car
each night I wait for you
in the dark
tucked into the
sweat soaked
mucus soaked
blood soaked
love soaked
bed
we share
you are my love story
fast paced
scary
hot streak
not available in 3D
my DiMaggio
our love is like
a pound of twenties
sliced real thin
we can make change
and our return on investment
is sky high
insomnia
my demons dance
carousing into the night
I dream of sleep
my kingdom for a plunger
I need Draino
to melt the hairy
situations from the day
clogging my soul
blocking my flow
the words trickle out
barely enough
to wet your whistle
I need a bottle
of sweet Liquid Plumber
to dissolve the gunk
plugging up my pipes
chunks of rotten
“bills to pay”
and mounds of fetid
laundry
a plunger
a plunger
my kingdom for a plunger
alas, the words won’t come
it is late and I am done
Life is a Puzzle
I’ve got pieces
Ragged
Jagged
Mis-matched
Puzzles pieces
I sit for hours
Staring
Turning
Puzzling out
The picture
These pieces should
Snap
Fit
Fall together
In the perfect way
I’ve got lots of pieces
Corners
Edges
Puzzling pieces
I can’t seem to find a place for
The only thing that keeps me going
Squinting
Straining
Refusing to give up
These pieces all came out of the same box
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live dangerous creativity
I have crossed into the kingdom
schooled in fear
fed on hate
institutional gray lines
of sick as a dog
consumers plod in
a secret race to nowhere
I declare war on the humdrum
live dangerous creativity
and take command of my destiny
I am no prodigy
let the battle begin
failures stack up like books on a shelf
victories twinkle like stars
E.A.Cieri 